I remember the afternoon I met her. I had wandered down to the rocky beach by the house I had moved into some months prior, in the cold and windy February. The weather was starting to warm up now, after a short and gloomy rainy season. I wasn’t brave enough to get in the water yet, it still felt chillingly cold on my feet, lapping vestiges of the winter, but as I looked out across the rippling turquoise water, I saw a woman gliding over the sparkling sea. 

She is the wise ancient one of the sea, a witch that seems to hold all of the secrets of the world. Her cave is wondrous to behold, with shells and pearls, living coral of every hue, as well as drowned statues, coins and ingots, stretching back many thousands of years. Tales and stories of this wise witch spread into every cranny and canyon of all the seas and oceans.